Animagery.
"Well," said Hermione as she looked at Harry in his newly revealed animagus form, "It's certainly distinctive."
"Only you mate." Chuckled Ron, once Hermione had explained just what harry had turned into upon taking the revealing potion.
"I'm guessing that this wasn't quite what you had in mind when you hoped to be some type of bird?"
Even without being able to speak, the glare that Harry shot his best mate, over his beak, was easily understood.
Harry looked over at himself in the mirror once again and sighed mentally. Could nothing in his life ever be normal?
He'd actually half expected to end up as some kind of magical creature, just because it was supposed to be completely impossible.
"Apparently it still IS impossible." He thought dryly.
At least he hadn't wasted a couple of years of meditation to find out about his form. Asking Sirius about shortcuts to becoming an animagus had really paid off.
Not that the sod was being any help right now, rolling around on the floor in hysterical laughter over in the corner.
At least Remus was making an effort to hide his amusement.
Feeling a tingling beginning, Harry gratefully readied himself to return to normal. Who knew four minutes could last so long.
Human once again, Harry attempted to look dignified as he turned towards Remus.
"I'm sorry Moony," he said solemnly, "but I won't be joining you on your full moons, since I have decided I won't be becoming an animagus after all.
'Et tu Hermione?' thought Harry as the other occupants of the room finally dissolved into helpless giggles.
He grinned wryly. It was a huge disappointment of course, but he could see the humour in the situation.
Ron did have one thing right he supposed. Only he could wind up as a Dodo animagus.